Jack enjoyed his Sunday mornings - slow coffee and a light browse through the worldy goings-on.
He could hear princess rustling and a soft stretch, still in bed. She almost always got up a good bit later than him. "Sleepy head" , he smiled and turned the page.
A second coffee - another channel flip, the morning progressed.
"baby, come on . . . time to get up pumpkin", Jack broke the morning silence with his low voice toward the bedroom . . . No response.
"baby girl?, come on . . ." He said a little louder a few minutes later . . . No response.
He had things he wanted to do, he shut off the tv and quietly made his way toward the bedroom, he would just have to gently wake her back up. He was always gentle with her in her "sleepy head" state.
Right before he rounded the corner he heard her . . .
her breath . . . .
He paused and listened . . .
"what do you think you're doing young lady!" Jack snapped as he pulled back the covers, just in time to catch her hand coming out from under her pajama pants. "I had an itch" she replied sheepishly.
"uh huh" he retorted, pulling her pajama pants down
"an itch!"
"you have 30 minutes young lady! I want you showered and dressed!" He commanded as he walked out of the room. . .
"an itch!!"
. . . . .
"young lady, its been 45 minutes, get out here"
"no!" Came a soft reply
"excuse me?? - get your ass out here!"
"NO, I HATE YOU!"
Princess, arms folded in a defiant way, was sitting up, but indeed still in bed. "you never let me do anything!" She accused in a much less defiant tone with daddy standing over her.
"young lady . . . . Im going to give you . . .five . . . more . . . . . minutes . . ."
His tone, "that" tone, princess knew well.
Jack stormed out and slammed the door behind him.
A muffled "I HATE YOU!!" Followed by a crashing came from behind the closed door.
End, part one
